mismatch and mortification

Being infertile you learn fast that the process is a bit humilating. Sitting on tables daily with only paper to cover you from the waist down. The dreaded ultrasound wand that I think most women have never seen become common place. Getting up early for my monitoring one morning I got dressed in the dark. I noticed while on the table that I was wearing two different pairs of socks. How mortifying. When socks are the only thing you are wearing below the waist they could at least match right. I learned two things that day. Do not ever let my husband fold and put away the laundry since he can't match socks to save his life and don't get dressed in the dark. Yes I know you are subjected to way more embarassing things while going through treatment like having dye forced through your fallopian tubes in a room full of people with an xray tech bitching about how you are shaking too much (shaking from the violent pain of spasms in your abdomen that you can't control but who cares right... just hold still a moment). All of that and still those mismatched socks stick out in my memory. So girls... word to the wise... make sure your socks match :)